OK, the title translates into "few" and "news", I just decided to be silly here...;-)
How can you tell what people are really thinking? We often even cannot tell what we are thinking ourselves. And why we do so. Some thoughts are such a mystery to us that we prefer pretend they never happened, saving ourselves from embarrassment of not having a clue. When we experience an emotion that we can neither explain nor understand, often we will “blank it out”…
Yesterday was a day drenched in all sorts of liquid substances. Mainly rain. And boy, was it not The Rain?! The kind of rain when as soon as you stepped out of the door, you put your umbrella down as a nuisance, as an insult in Nature’s face. As a totally useless object. The rain didn’t start and then got stronger. It just …fall out of the skies, all in one go, half-month’s norm of the rainfall in half-day. As I walked in town for some boring business meeting, I envied those who don’t have to get their ass out of bed this morning, who can stay in the warmth of their homes and watch the hysterical weather reports. I was wondering why walking feels harder and harder with each next step until I’ve looked down and realised it was my skirt heavies as she absorbs more water from the puddles…no wait, there weren’t puddles, there was a pavement immersed in water pretended to be one limitless bottomless puddle…one for the whole city…last time I saw a flooding in Oxford – it was in 2003 and that was really bad.
Being usually office-wierded as we are, we have finally resolved our problem with the fish pond on the back of our building. (well, we thought we have). The problem was with the herons…the birds who voted for our pond to be their breakfast table. Every so often they would come and steal our gold fish – easy food. Now we have our own heron. The plastic one. They promised us in the shop that either it will deter the heron or attract it…we run a building competition for the name of the Thing and choose to call him Hieronymus…well, guess what: There was a heron standing on the edge of the pond about 10 feet away this morning eyeing him/her up…I can hear how the Gold Fish is now thinking; “oh, right, as if the real ones weren’t eating enough of us already!”
How can you tell what people are really thinking? We often even cannot tell what we are thinking ourselves. And why we do so. Some thoughts are such a mystery to us that we prefer pretend they never happened, saving ourselves from embarrassment of not having a clue. When we experience an emotion that we can neither explain nor understand, often we will “blank it out”…
Yesterday was a day drenched in all sorts of liquid substances. Mainly rain. And boy, was it not The Rain?! The kind of rain when as soon as you stepped out of the door, you put your umbrella down as a nuisance, as an insult in Nature’s face. As a totally useless object. The rain didn’t start and then got stronger. It just …fall out of the skies, all in one go, half-month’s norm of the rainfall in half-day. As I walked in town for some boring business meeting, I envied those who don’t have to get their ass out of bed this morning, who can stay in the warmth of their homes and watch the hysterical weather reports. I was wondering why walking feels harder and harder with each next step until I’ve looked down and realised it was my skirt heavies as she absorbs more water from the puddles…no wait, there weren’t puddles, there was a pavement immersed in water pretended to be one limitless bottomless puddle…one for the whole city…last time I saw a flooding in Oxford – it was in 2003 and that was really bad.
Being usually office-wierded as we are, we have finally resolved our problem with the fish pond on the back of our building. (well, we thought we have). The problem was with the herons…the birds who voted for our pond to be their breakfast table. Every so often they would come and steal our gold fish – easy food. Now we have our own heron. The plastic one. They promised us in the shop that either it will deter the heron or attract it…we run a building competition for the name of the Thing and choose to call him Hieronymus…well, guess what: There was a heron standing on the edge of the pond about 10 feet away this morning eyeing him/her up…I can hear how the Gold Fish is now thinking; “oh, right, as if the real ones weren’t eating enough of us already!”